(Arata)
I was awakened in the morning hours of Christmas by Karsten's voice.
"Arata!" I stirred and slowly opened my eyes, only to find him standing near me with his black shirt sewn against his broad torso.
The mighty snowman came to wake me up wearing the colours of the fucking grim reaper. He certainly was a smile reaper.
"What?" I asked, feeling annoyed for he had disturbed my sleep.
"Merry Christmas! Come open your presents," he calmly said. There was this serenity around him today. But I felt tired and exhausted for some reason and didn't want to leave the bed. My ankle was better, and I had started to walk a bit.
"Like this." I sat up straight in bed and pushed my hair back while pointing to my comfy nightwear.
"That's part of the fun…to open presents in your night suit. Come, Ma will be waiting, you can get dressed later."
